Hunger
Her hunger for him catches her by surprise, often when she least expects it and mostly when it is inconvenient, like when she’s grocery shopping or driving. She’ll hear his voice whisper her name, the way he does when he is in the midst of an orgasm, and heat floods her body, flushing her cheeks and catching her breath. Her nipples tingle in awareness and the feeling of heaviness settles in her pussy as her clit becoming a hard nub that rubs slightly against her soft, cotton boy shorts.
She’s on the phone with a friend when her friend casually mentions his name; not the name that everyone calls him, but his given name, the one she whispers late at night, lying alone in her bed. Her friend is speaking of her neighbor, but hearing his name stirs her blood. She finishes the call as quickly as she can without seeming rude, although she’s sure she is. She’s aroused, and her body is clambering for relief.
She sits for a moment, closing her eyes and enjoying the desire thrumming through her body. She feels alive, more alive than she’s felt in so long, and the rush is intoxicating. He’s a dangerous drug to her senses - heady, addicting, causing her body to take on a will of its own. Her hand steals to her breast, cupping the soft mound covered by the thin material of her bra and shirt. She squeezes, gently pinching the already hardening nipple, and her breath catches involuntarily. She squeezes her thighs together, and the slight pressure builds heat in her pussy. She shifts, rubbing her bottom into the chair, liking the feel the seam of her jeans rubbing her clit through her panties.
As soon she shuts the door of her bedroom, she begins peeling off her clothes. She wants to be naked; to feel the cool air against her hot skin while her hands are free to roam with no restrictions, no boundaries. She wants the smooth sheets on her bed to caress the backs of her legs and shoulders as she slithers between them.
Her eyes are closed before her back touches the sheets. He has been called away, and their only connection is the phone, their lifeline. But right now, in her room, he is next to her, following her down onto the bed, his lips finding the sensitive spot on her neck. They are his hands touching her breasts, tweaking and pulling at her nipples, rolling them between his forefinger and thumb. Her lips part as she imagines his mouth moving lower, alternating soft kisses between the two warm globes of flesh. And then a hand moves further along her skin, over the ticklish spots, teasing and exploring.
Eager for more, she leans over the side of her bed to retrieve her toy box from underneath, lifting it to the bedside table. Reaching inside, she smiles hungrily as her hand finds her favorite - a purple vibrator. This is one she teased herself with the last time they spoke on the phone. She moves the smooth surface across her cheek caressingly before bringing it to her mouth. She loves the feel of it, smooth and heavy on her lips. It is easy to close her eyes and imagine it’s the head of his cock teasing her lips open. She parts her lips to lick it, enjoying caressing the heavy bulb that contains the vibrating device. She turns the base, and a soft humming fills the quiet room.
She lies back on the bed pillows and drop the toy to her nipples, giggling softly at the sensations as she slowly moves across the stiff nubs before lowering it to her soft, wet pussy. She slides the vibe along her flesh, already hungry for more. With her legs splayed, she rests the bulb against her clit, and the sensations are so intense, she bucks, raising her hips wildly. She imagines it’s his tongue teasing her, flicking and retreating, lapping and tasting, driving her closer to the edge.
With a deep breath, she slips the vibe inside, satisfied for the moment with the feeling of fullness it provides. But this is not the toy she uses for fucking. Switching hands, she reaches blindly into the toy box and begins pulling out her favorites – a long, thick dong the same length as his perfect cock, a smaller, thinner dildo, complete with balls and base that fits perfectly in her ass, and finally, the bottle of tangerine-flavored lube. She lays them on all on the bed next to her. She will not be satisfied until she’s completely and totally fucked, filled in every possible way, in every hole.
She grabs the dildo first, loving the weight of it, the solid feel in her hand. Resting the vibe on her inner thigh, still teasing her clit but no longer directly in contact with it, she grabs the bottle of lube and pours the sweet, fragrant liquid onto the head. Using her fingers to smear the lube up and down the shaft, the dick is slick and shiny when she’s done. She brings her fingers to her mouth and eagerly licks and sucks, knowing how much he liked the image when she described it to him on the phone.
She rolls onto her side and rubs the head of the toy against her tight hole, positioning it so that as she rolls onto her back, it slides slowly inside, filling and stretching her. It is not so big that it hurts or burns, but not so small that she doesn’t already feel stuffed. She rests for a moment on her back, her knees bent and her hips slightly lifted. She raises herself onto her knees then sinks back so that the base of the dildo is flush with the mattress. She shudders, her sensitive nerve endings on overload. She moves the vibe on her clit and lean forward slightly so that her overheated flesh slips over the toy as she rocks. Pleasure shoots through her, and her head falls forward. She begins murmuring his name, telling him how good it feels to be riding this cock. In her mind, it’s him she’s straddling, sliding her slit along his hard cock while he pushes the toy deeper and faster.
It’s not enough; she wants more, her desire to feel all that is possible is clamoring through her. Her chest and neck are shiny with sweat, her nipples are impossibly hard and her breathing is stuttered. Leaning back on one hand, she runs the other from between her legs, feeling the base of the dildo where it enters her body, over her soaking wet pussy and clit and up her tummy and chest, tweaking her nipples and releasing an involuntary whimper.
She reaches for the dong and brings it to her mouth, wrapping her lips around it and sucking. She is not able to bring much into her mouth so she contents herself with swirling her tongue over the head before running her tongue and lips up and down the sides. She positions the dong and closes her eyes. She feels him lying tensely under her, resisting the impossible urge to thrust. With the head of his cock inside her, she lowers herself, moaning lowly as now both holes are filled. With the base of the dildo and the end of the dong resting against the bed once more, she groans his name.
His cock is impossibly big inside her, her tight pussy made even smaller by the dildo in her other hole. He can feel the toy in her ass through the thin flesh that separates the two channels, and in her mind, his eyes are crazed. He thrusts the dildo forcefully into her ass as he surges against her, and she screams.
With her knees folded and legs spread wide, her hands are on the bed in front of her as if they are on his chest, and she begins rocking once more. Although it is the vibe that is slipping over her clit once more, in her mind it is his fingers, manipulating the tiny bundle of nerves as she moves over him. Each movement, each roll of her hips, each lift drives her further and further, and it is not long before she’s screaming his name, driven over the edge by her desire.
She continues moving, riding the crest of her orgasm, knowing he would not slow, not give her a moment before beginning to build the next one, and then she’s there, desperately reaching for that mind-blowing release. Interspersed with his name is “fuck,” repeated over and over, her breath coming in shudders, her chest heaving and her lips dry.
She falls back onto the bed, not able to do more for long, long moments. In her fantasy, he slowly removes the toy and gently cleans her. Her pussy is filled with his hot cum, and just for a moment she squeezes tight, holding the mess inside her, wanting to take every little bit of him into her. He covers her with his body, his wide chest pressing into her soft breasts still heaving. He kisses her, his tongue slowly running over her bottom lip before slipping inside, rubbing against hers. She wants to lift her arms to hold him next to her, but she’s no energy, no strength.
It is long, long moments later before her brain clears and a long, strangled “fuck” escapes her lips one last time. She smiles as she removes the toys so that they may be cleaned and returned to their special place. She cannot wait to talk to him later, to share with him this experience, and once more, his name is on the tip of her tongue.
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